Saturday, December 25, 2010

The story of Carrot

May I introduce you to Carrot?
Lovely readers, this is Carrot.
Carrot, lovely readers.
Many years ago, before Carrot even had a name, he was an Easter gift to a youngish wife from her slightly romantic husband, Jeff.
On good days, he sat atop their nicely made bed.
On bad days, which was mostly, he languished on the floor, where he had been thoughtlessly tossed as the youngish wife crawled into bed after long days of refereeing four children.

Then, after several years of increasing prosperity, Rabbit's owners added a very tasteful storage bench to their bedroom accoutrements. It was placed at the bottom of their four-poster bed and the wife thought to herself, Self, that silly rabbit would look very nice sitting on this tasteful bench. So she retrieved him from his ignominious heap of rabbitdom on the floor and sat him in the corner of the bench.

But then she noticed, oh horror, that Rabbit was a tad crusty. On closer inspection, wife indentified it as dried milk. How dried milk had been spilt on Rabbit could hardly be imagined, unless it happened during those surreptitious forays into the under-the-bed chocolate stash. Which were always accompanied by a glass of cold milk. So wife cleaned up the old rabbit till he was as good as new and placed him lovingly on the bench.

And there he sat.
Unless he was on the floor, having been dumped, yet again, as not-so-young wife hunted for treasures in the storage bench.

Then one day, not too long ago, definitely-not-young wife decided that, sentiment aside, it was time for Rabbit to meet the Goodwill bag. So she girded her loins (wherever she could find them) and hurriedly stuffed him into the bag.

But wait, all is not lost for Rabbit!


A few days later, he was discovered by four intrepid grandchildren and gloriously named Carrot.
They played with him, fought over him, and called him by his name, over and over again.
Carrot, Carrot, Carrot!
They took him home for sleepovers.
But they always brought him back to Nana's house.
Who does not dare to ever throw him out again.

Which is kind of a happy ending for Carrot, don't you think?


  1. Having just watched Toy Story 3 for the first time today, I'm a bit teary-eyed. :)

  2. Well, Ellen, I thought it was more like the Velveteen Rabbit, only without the bonfire. But whatever floats your tar ball.

  3. Good thing he doesn't have the sensitivity of Anne Shirley. Sweet story.

  4. Well, it begs the question, Do you carrot all?

    Which clearly if you don't, those grands of yours do.

    I like that scrapbooky doodad at the end of your post! I don't know how to do stuff like that. Apparently I've also forgotten how to sleep because it is nearly three a.m. and I'm as wide-eyed as Carrot.

    And it is snowing.

  5. I am continually amazed at what I cannot toss. I have years of window decor (from grade school) and Christmas ornaments and other little bits that I cannot bear to think of sneaking off to the trash. I am so sad, still have the first Valentine card Wade ever gave I guess I need a bigger house!

  6. I recently watched The Velveteen Rabbit and this totally sounded like that movie. So glad Carrot gets to stay with his family. If toys come to life, I am sure he is very happy he has many someones to play with and love him.